Lover With A Slow Hand Novels & Stories

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The tune of his voice made it obvious that he was jealous. "You were holding Suzy's hands too." I retorted. He held my gaze for a long while. "You..." I knew he had just lost to me, but to my surprise, he held my hands. "You are caught in my web today." He flashed me his white set of arranged teeth. "Let go of my hands!" I shouted, I can't let him fool me with his smile, I was still angry at him for holding Suzy's hands, it ruled to pull my hands away, but he grips my hands tightly.

He's behind me, big hands all over my body, and as he gently pushes into me, I moan. "As relaxed as I'm ever gonna be." I grasp the comforter in my fingers, holding on tightly as he pushes and pulls out of me. Unlike our normal crazy and chaotic couplings, this one is slow. He takes his time, showing me with our bodies how much he loves me, how scared he'd been for me. His hands move up and down my flesh, almost in a reverent way. This time there's no gasping, and even no talking between us. All I need him to do is let me know I'm alive. All I need is to feel his love and know I'll never have to live without it.

the reply was a dark, steady rasp. The fingers pressed down together into a deep, resonant chord. The vibration of the strings hummed through the wood and into their joined hands. A slow, deliberate touch traced the line of her arm, an agonizingly steady movement that ignored the icy history between them for one heavy, breathless moment.

His hand hovered over hers, his fingers itching to touch her. “She’s ours,” his wolf urged again, its voice filled with longing. Liam’s hand trembled as he reached out, his fingers brushing against hers. Her skin was warm, soft, and the connection sent a jolt through him. His wolf growled in satisfaction, urging him to go further. His hand moved to her arm, his fingers trailing up to her shoulder. He paused, his breath hitching as she stirred slightly but didn’t wake. His touch was light, reverent, as if he were afraid she might shatter under his hands.

This women had me wiped and there was nothing I could do about it now. I rushed behind Diane. Rushing her forward with light tap on her butt. Back in our room, Diane slipped into the closet and returned with an old shirt of mine . It was much too big and long however she tired the shirt up just right. Even made a low v-neck style to the collar. A small ribbon in the waist really showed off her curves. My eyes followed her to the bed and I quickly joined her. Wrapping my arms around her until a she close as could be. We both traced each others features as we kissed. Traces that will be edged in our minds for a long time with a heat wave of passion.

Everyone cheered for her. Now everyone focused on the other couple who were looking at each other moving their hands inside the pot. "Abhi", Ava whispered in the hope of freeing her hand as he caught her hand playfully having fun with her fingers. "Odhulu (leave it)", She pleaded to him as he had this mischievous look. "Never", he whispered back.

My breath hitched as his hands slid around my waist. “I want you,” he murmured. “it wasn't rushed, Just slow, Deep. Real.” I let the robe fall. And his eyes darkened. He kissed me slowly. His hands explored every inch of me, reverent, patient. I felt his love in every touch, every breath, every kiss to my throat, my chest, my thighs. When he entered me, we both gasped—our bodies fitting like they’d been made to. He moved slowly, deeply, hands braced around my hips, kissing me through every wave, every shiver, every whisper “I love you.”

Her voice came out raspy, full of want, need and desire. Ryan heeded to her demand and slowly entered her. He gave her time to adjust to his size and when she finally did, He made love to her, something he never did to the previous women he had been with. He started at a slow pace and finished at a fast pace, emptying his seeds inside of her. Naomi and Ryan couldn’t get enough of each other. An hour after the first round, they went for three more rounds. Ryan took his time to explore and worship her body, then he made passionate love to her.

Back to sipping wine. 🌷🌺❤️❤️❤️ They lock eyes across the table. Everything around them fades away. They are in a universe all their own. Lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. She can feel his desire, he hers. But it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled. With a sense of longing to escape forever into that universe around them.